'You fucking CUNT!' I shout. Bending to grasp her soft hair at the roots, I turn and heave like a bowler. She skids several inches into the center of ...he floor. Her palms find the ground and she starts pushing herself up, but I plant a shoe on her collarbone and shove her back with a thud. She takes the hint and stays there while I circle her, snarling insults and emphasizing every sentence with a kick to her spine, legs, arms, stomach, or chest.'What the fuck is wrong with you' Why would you. "The RetreatSunday morning breakfast and cleanup over, Diana and Arlene sat at the smaller kitchen table, empty coffee cups in front of them, but their eyes were locked on the big screen at the other end of the room. "It's just ... eerie to see him sitting out there like that," Diana quietly said. "It's ten degrees, twenty-two degrees below freezing, yet he sits there with his butt on that cold planter, in a tee shirt and jeans, snow all around him." He's okay, Mom. I told you he was warm when. Stein glanced over at me. “Ah, h-here’s the girl you’re looking for! R-right, my lord?” He choked out, hands wringing the latest sunflower-yellow apron. The incubus man turned to face me, and it was getting harder not to drop to my knees in front of him and… Ahem. Everything about this man was clean-cut. Dark brown hair slicked back and not even messed up by the rain, expertly trimmed goatee, a suit so dark that it seemed to swallow all light around in, and a blood red cape. “Miss?” he says in. It’s a tradition the Royals get the pick of any criminals they want…it’s a privilege that goes back eight centuries. I’m not going to be able to argue over who’s getting custody of Criminal # 101025, ’cause no one’s gonna support me. Everyone will say she’s better off with the Royals ’cause it’s tradition and they’ll treat her nice…and they’ll say that because they don’t know what a crazy bitch Anyia’s turned into!’ ‘What about talking to Anyia, or the Grand Duke?’ Kim shook her head. ‘Talk to.